A/N: There's a lot of thanks that goes into this fanfic we did. I could never have done this alone. Thanks to Mariofan9, Chapien, and Mr. Luigi for the inspiration and launching points for this thriller! I've had a lot of fun so far, and I can't wait to see how the rest of our story evolves!
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Prologue
A single Toad lay unconscious on the gurney, his mouth masked to inhale the anesthetic. Physicians in biosuits stood over him, making observations and giving commands.
A single doctor stood at the other end of the warehouse, watching the process. A Koopa Troopa approached from a hallway to the left, a folder in his hand.
"Did you get an ID?" said the doctor.
"Ted Goodrich. ISBN intelligence agent, clearance level 6." The Troopa's answer was rehearsed and prompt. "Last name we've been looking for."
"It's not," said the doctor. "Not until I have every name that I need." He watched the physicians insert a syringe into the IV, and stared at the Toad with a look of contempt. The doctor looked on to make certain the liquid in the syringe was emptied.
"How much time does he have?" asked the Troopa.
"As much as twelve hours."
The Troopa raised an eyelid. He pulled out his cellphone and pressed buttons on the keypad. "You've cut the time in half."
"Even better than our estimates. Now we'll have a more thorough demonstration for the Princess."
The Troopa nodded in agreement. "Kamek?" he spoke into his phone.
"Yes, Sir?"
"It's your cue. Take them out."
"Will do."
Without a pause, the Troopa clapped his phone shut.
"Thank you, Sergeant," said the doctor, his frown lifting. "You gave me the last name I need."
The hammer of a gun cocked.
Two silenced shots punched through the air, landing in the Troopa's chest. The Koopas surrounding the medical table continued their work without interruption.
A red Yoshi came into view, burying his weapon in the saddle on his back.
"Get him out of here," said the doctor.
The Yoshi nodded. The doctor took the Troopa's cellphone.